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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing

So many hymn writers of old certainly had a handle on the truth. This song, by Robert Robinson is often found wandering through my thoughts. It is a good launch for this blog. The hymnal I have sung it from for most of my Christian life has something different than , Here I raise my Ebenezer, however. I don't know if I have an Ebenezer. In fact, now that I check, only the first and fourth verses are in the hymnal and the second verse is entirely different, though still packed with truth. I wonder who wrote it?

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.

The bonus second verse follows. The hymnal says Robinson's song was adapted by Margaret Clarkson. Perhaps she is the one who penned this. I just Googled her and what a story she has!

Hither to Thy love has blest me;
Thou has bro't me to this place;
And I know Thy hand will bring me
Safely home by Thy good grace.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wondering from the fold of God;

He to rescue me from danger,
Bought me with His precious blood.

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